Though I love to read, I've never actually written anything and out of pure and utter boredom, I figured I'd give it a go. I'm curious to know what others' think. Should I continue or stick to reading instead. Here's what I started with. Brutal honesty please! I will take no offense. Thanks for looking…

The lounge couldn't have been more breathtakingly beautiful. Tom and Sophie's wedding reception was held at Clearwater House, a lush ballroom in Mount Springs where a number of weddings and other social events were held. Sophie's mom opted for a lush, romantic outdoor scenery. Cherry Blossoms circled the lofty garden with silk draperies entwined thru their trunks. Mossy vines cascaded the roof and columns of the gazebo. Past the falling blossoms was an immense lake - silver stretching under the moonlight.
"Having fun?" whispered an unmistakable voice from behind me Michael's warm fingers filled the spaces between mine. Standing over six feet tall, with wide set shoulders and dressed in black on black suite and tie, Michael looked like he was ready to walk down the red carpet on Oscar night. He had been looking forward to this evening for weeks now. Our first formal dress up date although our friends and family had already grown so used to our duet this past year.
We were inseparable. Joined by hip.
He handed me a dry martini, as he pulled me close to his side.
"It sure is something." I nodded.
He rubbed my arm from shoulder to elbow twice and paused.
"Are you cold? Your arm is covered in goose bumps!"
I wore a long emerald silk chiffon dress with delicate spaghetti straps. Its neckline gathered elegantly across my chest and plunged deeply to the small of my back. My hair hung with loose waves. I was out of my element. Just the thought of the cozy warmth of my tattered sweat pants and time-worn tee waiting for me back home sent a small wave of impatience through me.
"I'm fine. Just wanted to step out for a moment and get some fresh air".
The reception hall featured a huge deck to allow room for dancing. It was even more romantically adorned than the garden. Flowery vines dripped from all around the roofing and the stage held a miniature orchestra consisting of violins, cellos and a few more musical instruments. On the corner, right before the stage, was a beautiful mahogany grand piano, covered in petals.
"You look amazing, by the way. Almost put the poor bride to shame" Michael whispered in my ear.
I could feel his warm breath wash over the right side of my face, and the heat from his arm spread along my back, down to my waist where it rested. This was definitely better than the thought of my sweats waiting for me at home. I nudged his ribs playfully as he mocked painfully. He looked irresistibly handsome tonight.
Meri, Jay, Alexa and Ryan all stepped down from the deck to join us. We exchanged polite hugs and kisses and then subtly divided into to two groups, the men off to one side.
"OH MY GOD! Your dress is unbelievable! It looks great!" squealed a tipsy Meri.
Sophie picked out my green ensemble. She wanted a 20's inspired wedding and although the bridesmaids all wore a delicate and more covered sage dresses, her maid of honor got the crème of the crop. I'll admit….it was beautiful and quite flattering against my less than flattering frail figure.
"Thanks Meri. You both look fantastic." I replied.
Meri managed to emphasize her bust line more than the dress intended…perhaps in an effort to stand out from all of the other bridesmaids.
I looked over to the boys to find Michael shoot a quick glance at me. He smirked knowing the torture I was about to endure from Meri’s rant, then trotted off to the bar with the rest of the guys. I grimaced and braced myself for what was sure to be a non-stop blabbering from Meri on every iota of the wedding ceremony.
I kept my eyes on her and gave a mechanical smile or nod of the head every now and then though I couldn't honestly say I was following what she was saying.
My mind drifted around the night's surroundings instead. Champagne glasses clinking musically, the falling cherry blossom petals swirling on the ground, the laughter…. pleasant sounds muting the endless chatter coming from Meri and Alexa.
In the background, someone began to warm up on the piano… a slow and calculating prelude. The bride and grooms' dance I suppose. I shot a quick glance to the deck and sure enough, there were Tom and Sophie, looking completely engrossed in love, taking the dance floor. Angela looked amazing. She wore a vintage slip that looked like it was crafted for the gods. Her hair spilled down her back in long waves. I smiled. Then I paused.
Sophie wore an odd and surprised look on her face. Surely she can't be suffering stage fright with how well she dances. Years of ballet classes couldn’t be matched by anyone here tonight. She wasn't looking at Tom. H
his position. I followed her gaze and froze.
It was as if I just ran thru an imaginary wall, knocking the air out of me. I stood there frozen, cup in hand, jaw dropped.
It was him. Inexplicably and absolutely him. His smooth and perfectly carved face focused intently on his gliding hands. His hair, the blackest ebony contrasting his ivory skin. It was him. Inexplicably him. And he was playing our song.
Everything else went silent around me, although I was sure I could clearly see people in my peripheral vision laughing and sharing toasts…..weren't the champagne glasses making that clinking sound just a minute ago? The only other thing I could hear was my heart pounding against my chest.
It was then I realized that nothing around me had stopped, I was the only one rendered immobile. Just then, I was in Sophie's point of view and she gave me a look between shocked, puzzled, and happy all at the same time. Her surprise was confirmation that an invite was not sent to him

mostly its very good, but you need to cut out some adjectives and adverbs, they add weight and bog the reader down.